I’m always inspired by nature. How the sun crashes sideways through the changing landscape. The thick smell of soil in the woods and the sight of a disused barn turning to compost stirs my imagination. When left unbidden, nature wheedles it’s way back in every time. Ceaselessly. Bearing fruits even when conditions are far from ideal.

As a writer, as a human, I strive to be like that.

Some days I’m nature.

Other days I’m the barn.

 

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